Your Wonton is Wilted

Gossamer smirked but said no more. Let the boy pout! She was right and this proved it. Gossamer picked the spear up in her jaws and trotted over to a large rock. She carefully repositioned the spear in her mouth so that her jaws were closer to the tip. She then started rubbing the end of the spear against the rock to sharpen and push it into a point.

Satisfied with her spear she moved back to the axe handle. She carefully chewed at the end, removing a bit of excess material with her jaws and spitting it out on the grass. She then worked her fangs over one end of it to form a notch that could effectively hold the axe head. She could modify it later when she had a better idea of what the axe head would look like.